I want to love you, I want to love you   I want to love you without ego, without pride   I want to know you, I want to know you   I want to know you outside, inside, without side   You make me want to die      Now I'm caught in your slip stream   Love is pulling me on   Passed the suitors you spurned   And the lovers you burned   You may think I'm old fashioned   But I'm not in your class   My voice steams up the windows   While yours can cut glass   Still you make me transcend      I want to hold you, I want to hold you   I want to hold you without holding you at bay   I want to hear you, I want to hear you   I want to hear every single word you say   You make me want to cry      No, I'm not superstitious   But I can't help touching wood   With my head in my hands   And you doing no good   In the interests of courtship   I'll walk you back home   Through the streets here in Heaven   When we're alone   You make me transcend      No, I'm not superstitious   But I can't help touching wood   With my head in my hands   And you doing no good   Is it all over nothing?   Does that make you feel sad?   It's not the standard of living   That makes dying so bad   It's the fear of the end   You make me transcend